Satou found Lyra already awake, standing at the edge of the settlement's eastern fortifications, watching the sun rise over the destroyed Third Line defenses.
She didn't turn as he approached, but spoke anyway. "I've been thinking about the refugees. Specifically, about naming them."
Satou stood beside her, his enhanced perception tracking work crews already beginning their day despite the early hour. "I was thinking the same thing."
Lyra finally turned to face him, her golden eyes sharp with tactical calculation. "Before the war, you'd named maybe two hundred settlers total over five years. You were selective—only naming those who'd proven themselves through service, combat, or exceptional contribution."
"Yes."
